Well there's warning and regret
The setting back of thoughts
Forgetting and nostalgia
And dusk at 4pm

There's detachment and resolve
The poignancy of winter
The skins we shed and one's we grow
There are scabs

There's forgiveness and relief
The illusion of indifference
A box of notes and keepsakes
I can't seem to discard

So come on down to my basement room
Let's page through this thesaurus
And find a better synonym
For loss

We'll share a glass of lemonade
And go through some old photographs
And understand that love doesn't die
It just changes

Well there're hours and there're days
There's longing and second-guessing
And advent calendar's tiny doors
Mark progress and control

I'm coming to a point
Of resignment and acceptance
A sort of hibernation
A cocoon

So bury me in snow
Set aside my Christmas presents
Wake up on Valentine's Day
And we can try it again

We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can
We can try it all again
We can, we can